---- Trigger Warning ----

I'm starting to work out the pieces now. Giving a name to this has turned on some sort of light, I guess. It made me think. First, I lay out the puzzle.
-We can't handle yelling/screaming.
-We can't handle being touched. Close contact, hugs, or the such, all off limits.
-There is someone we can't physically be around.
-We can't remember the childhood. Anytime prior to when the body was in 6th grade is gone.
-Riphere keeping it a secret.
-We have dreams. Nightmares. Often about death; we're being hunted, it seems. Information is hidden, also by - I think - Riphere. Trying to recall it is just a bad idea all around.

So, there we have it. Our puzzle- or I should say, my puzzle. T says, "curiosity killed the cat". The others listen, say we should leave the information alone, Riphere is guarding it until it's right. I must be the cat, then. It's killing me not knowing, but at least I'm making connections. That's progress; unfortunately, my progress is limited. It's for the best, I suppose.

I shouldn't be so selfish.